Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1887-01-20
SERVED HIM RIGHT.
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hereabouts. Must look her up before
long"
Martin Satterthwaite pricked up his
ears, figuratively speaking, as the above
words reached him. Lawyer Harlkey
having unconsciously raised his voice
a little as he pronounced the words.
Martin Satterthwaite had embarked
in the dry goods and grocery business a
few months before on money grudging-
ly lent him by rich uncle, with the
parting injunction:
"Don't come to me for another red
cent if you lose every dollar you've got.
If you'd a-stuck to the farm I'd see you
through; but this here store-keeping
don't suit my notions. I'd rather see
stout young fellow like you swingin' an
ak or moving scythe than standin'
behind counter measuring tape and
blue ribbon" But Swinging an ak or
a moving scythe" did not suit Martins
avaricious nature. 1t was too slow q
way Of making money, and he was am
bilious to be rich as soon as possible.
The words he had overheard that
morning had awakened new scheme
in his fertile brain.
"Two thousand dollarsv' Martin re-
peated, enviousIy. III could double my
stock with that, and have something to
go on. And know the girl, too. 1t
would be a good speculation to marry
her before she knows she's an heiress.
I believe I will. But pretty Bessie
Moore! I'll have to give her up" he
added, gloomily.
Pretty Bessie Moore had hard time
of it living at Mr.. Doubleday's. There
were so many mouths to cook for; so
many floors to sweep and to scrub; SO
many dishes to wash, and pots and pans
to scour, and so much milk to skim
and to churn. There was bread to
make, and the cows to milk, and the
chickens to feed, and the berries to pick
and make into jelly or preserves. And
only one pair of hands to do it all, for
Mother Doubleday was crippled with
the rheumatism, 80 she could do moth
ing but sit in her easy-chair and knit;
and farmer Doubleday and his two
the sheep, and the teams, and the
thrifty acres of field and meadow to
cultivate.
To be sure Tom, the youngest son,
did what he could to help Bessie. He
carried in the wood for her, brought her
bucket of fresh water from the old
we'll in the yard as often as possible,
and helped her drive up the cows from
the pasture, where they delighted to
stray at milking time.
But with all his endeavors Tom
could not do great deal, and Bessie
was often tired enough when she crept
up stairs to her little room at night to
find the only rest she knew out of the
twenty-four hours. She kept up q
cheerful heart, however, and even
| dared to think, secretly, of the time
when she would have a home of hel
own, with only two to "do for"
For Bessie and Martin Satterthwaite
were Excepting company" and though
he had not actually proposed to her
they were looked upon by the Satter-
thwaite family and the village folks
generally as an engaged couple.
"An' a good match it'll be for her
too" sighed Mother Doubleday, halfre
gretfully; "but dunno what We'll dc
without her. Such another gal amt tt
be had for love nor money!
"She's too good for Mart Satter
thwaite," grumbled Tom. "It's {
throwing herself away to marry mul
let-head like him."
But nobody minded what Tom said
and Bessie's market was looked upon a.
already made.
"Keeping company with Maria Bog
wood? Oh, Tom, it can't be truev ex
claimed Bessie when she first heard oil
Martins new fancy.
II am afraid it is" returned Tom
gravely; "and-and, Bessie, they say
he's engaged to her. Don't cry, Bessie, )
he added. gravely, martin Satter
thwaite amt worth tear from you"
"I amt cryingW declared Bessie
though the tears were slowly dropping
from her downcast eyes. "But, Tom
don't tell anybody I felt bad about it, ,
she urged, beseechingly.
"Tell anybody! What do you TAXI
me for?" asked Tom, with an indig
nant flush on his handsome face. {"
brought you the news myself on pur
pose to keep anybody from knowing
how YOU took it,"
| And so pretty Bessie Moore, will
hair as golden as the field buttercup'
and eyes as blue as forget-me-nots, wa
deserted, and Martin Satt erthwait
married the sour-faced Maria Bogwood
much to the surprise of the villag
folks.
"And now for the S2,000," though
Martin, we'll pleased with the success o
his speculation"
Accordingly, one morning, he calle,
!, upon Lawyer Harkley, who was stop
ping for few weeks at the village no
tel.
"I have called upon you in behalf 0
my wife, formerly Miss Maria Bog
wood,n he announced, consequentially
The lawyer looked puzzled.
'Pray explain" he returned, grimly
"Bogwood-I thought you woul
understand, She is the niece of tn
Mr.. Bogwood who died recently eS
: planned Martin. II understand tn
old gentleman left couple of thousan
: dollars to his niece.n
Lawyer Harkley's grim face relaxed.
"Ah, understand" he cried, look
ing shrewdly at his visitor. "Mr. Bog
wood did leave his niece the sum yo
name, which l am ready to pay over L
! her at once. But her name was nc
Bogwood; it was Moore-Miss Bessi
Moore. have just learned where sh
is stopping, and shall call on her to-da
aud pay over the bequest Immediately
I, Good-day, sir!"
The lawyers sharp eyes twinkle
: as the door slammed to behind his Wis
itor.
Six months later Bessie Moore wa
married to Tom Doubleday, and til